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Three Declarative Statements In Quick Succession
by Philip F De Pinto
First off:
Fuck, Breakfast at Tiffany's!
Neither will we be doing lunch there
Or dining - what we will do however is serve us
You and I - breakfast lunch and dinner in our
Water bed on that tray of water lilies
And neither will we complain in the least
At such a spontaneous and incombustible feast as I bring to you. As you bring to me.
And what are holly go lightly trinkets served us in that upper crusted world compared to those
Which we served ourselves in our nether love?
Second Off:
Baby, you said you are a woman - and whose to argue with that?
And your honor I raise no objection to that assessment of yourself.
You are certainly that woman that you say and more. and most indubitably so.
You prove it to me over and over and Baby
You say you are a woman and that you need a man to give to you
What a man needs to give to a woman - and Baby that is the rub.
For a man needs what a man needs for a woman to give to a man
And that is a guarantee that she will not try to change him,
Which in essence is a dictate - a mandate to leave him as you found him
Which took all of a lifetime to lathe into that definitive shape which you fell head o'er heels with.
So woman don't chomp at the bit to try to change that man o' yours.
For alterations made - put upon any man is not giving to that man but taking away.
Nor is the alteration that a man puts upon a woman adding - but diminishing.
What I want Baby is for us to leave our shapes alone but never for us to leave us alone.
For we are soul mates - nay fashion plates
Nor mannequins to dress and undress in their showcase as whims and fashions dictate.
Third Off:
How many things have I said or attempted to say to you or anyone
That I haven't - hadn't a right to say? Yet there it is. I've said it!
The world - our world - begins and ends and boils down and is constituted and reconstituted
On the things we've no right to say - but nevertheless need to say.
So - there it is - I've said it and I'll keep saying it - laying it out
On your fashion plate like the head of the Baptist - which is every man
Who loses his head over a woman - So won't you save your last dance for me - Salome?
01/18/2013 Posted on 01/18/2013
Copyright © 2024 Philip F De Pinto
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